Page 75 of Alpha's Revenge Luna
His tongue dominates my mouth, tasting every inch, leaving no place untouched when he suddenly bites me.Tears spring in my eyes as his fangs and canines tear through my lip, and I jerk in his hold, trying to pull away.His grip only tightens, the kiss turning bloody when he groans lewdly, his tongue sweeping over the outside of my bottom lip before he sucks it into his mouth.
I stop fighting, allowing him to do what he wants to me, switching off as I ease my mind to someplace else.His hands roam my body, his touch becoming more and more desperate,and I realize he’s lost control at this moment.
I don’t bother fighting him.Instead, I’m an inactive participant in this game of pleasure and pain.Finally, he pulls away, leaving me trembling.I know any resistance I put up will only make him more determined to get what he wants.Therefore, I choose to let him have control of this situation.
I allow my mind to wander, not engaging in what’s happening, while my body remains passive—his hand ghosts over the skin beneath my shirt.I’m left feeling powerless and shaken as he palms my breast, his sharp nails tearing through my soft flesh when he rolls.His lips leave mine, traveling down my neck while his hands push up my shirt.
He pulls away, gazing down at my bleeding breasts when he tips his head, running his tongue along the underside of my breast to my nipple.Tingles rush through me, and an involuntary moan escapes my lips from the intensity of the sensation as he sucks on my nipple.
Dion’s sharp teeth graze as he toys with the hardened flesh, making me arch up into him.He purrs before his teeth slice through my skin, making me hiss at the startling pain that has tears slipping down my face.His tongue runs over the spot for a second, soothing the burn of his bite when he pulls away.
Peering up at him, his gaze is dark, hungry as his eyes trail to the side of my neck, I know what he wants.He wants my blood, and he’s gone days without it, so I squeeze my eyes shut, turn my head to the side and offer it to him.His breath fans across me, and I shiver before he makes a sound that turns my blood to ice in my veins.
The next second, his teeth are piercing my neck, and I whimper at the initial pain, which instead of fading to bliss like all the other times, grows more painful.His teeth cut through the layers of skin, and I struggle against him.However, he doesn’t let up, sinking them as deep as he can before he starts feeding on my thrashing body.
“Stop, it hurts,” I sob, as the pain only intensifies.Why does it hurt so badly?It has never been painful like this before.Itfeels like hours as pain ebbs and flows through me, washing away my thoughts and becoming my sole focus.Finally, he pulls away, and a threatening growl leaves him as he runs his tongue over his bite, and I feel it close as he heals me.
“You’ll think twice before crossing me again,” he warns as I stare vacantly at the brick wall.I nod, blinking away the tears that blur my vision when he moves on top of me.I don’t dare move for fear of angering him and him biting me again.
“You’ll submit to me,” he growls, and I stare at him.He pulls a key from his pocket before he snatches my wrists.“Last chance.If you betray me again, I won’t just kill them, I’ll make you watch.”He threatens, and I nod again.Relief floods me when I know he’ll leave them be.He undoes my shackles, and I rub my aching wrists.
The bruises are purple, and the indents are deep from the chains cutting into my flesh when he snatches my hands.When he starts rubbing them with his thumbs, I gasp, wondering what he intends to do.Sparks rush up my arms.His eyes focused on my wrists as he massaged them, trying to return the blood flow.
I move to sit up when he slides his arms beneath my legs, and my eyes widen when he grabs me, cradling me to his chest.I tense, waiting for him to chuck me, drop me, or hurt me, only letting out the breath threatening to choke me when he walks to the stairs.I exhale, dropping my head on his shoulder, my hand feebly gripping the other when he maneuvers me.He wraps my legs around his waist, his hands moving under my backside.I look at him, only for him to peer back at me.
“Last chance,” he repeats.I nod, dropping my head back onto his shoulder and wrapping my arms around his neck, playing the part he wants.Knowing it’s the only thing that’ll keep them alive.One hand moves up my back to grip the back of my neck.I tense, but his fingers only slide into my hair, massaging my scalp gently before he climbs the stairs.
Chapter 25
Emery pulls away quickly once back in the bedroom, andI’m torn between anger and concern.I want to chase after her, but a knock on the door interrupts my thoughts.Opening it, Kyrio’s hands over the laundry and leaves, not asking any questions.
My gaze immediately darts back to Emery, expecting to find her, but she is no longer in the main bedroom, so I move toward the closet thinking she is hiding in the closet.But she’s not there.Then the sound of running water catches my attention, and I find her in the bathroom, naked and waiting for the water to heat up.Relief floods me.
“Where did you expect her to go?Walk through the damn walls to escape you?”my wolf snarls angrily at me.
The first thing I notice is how thin she’s become.Her cheekbones are more pronounced, her eyes look sunken, like someone who’s been starving for weeks.The burns that line her face and part of her chest are bright red and raw.Temptation rises within me.I want to step forward, to hold her, to speak softly to her, and to soothe her.
When I reach out for her, she flinches, as if my touch will hurt her, and the burn on her hand makes me wince.
I want to feel her, to hold her close and to feel her warmth.I want to feel her pain, and to take it away, and would like to feel her softness, and all the things she can get lost in.
I see her wince and jerk her hand back from the hot water, the burns on her hands, her face, and part of her chest making it clear she’s in pain.
She steps into the shower, scrubbing herself clean while seemingly ignoring my presence.I watch her closely, noticing her hands shaking when I join her.“Your blood didn’t heal them,” she mumbles, her eyes fixed on her hands.
“I haven’t given you my blood,” I respond.I want to help her, heal her, but I can’t – not with the pack’s eyes watching every move, questioning my every decision.
I press my lips tightly together as I try to sort through the many thoughts and emotions running through my head.Emery is standing before me, expecting an answer, her eyes full of hope.
“My blood will only heal you if I allow it to,” I explain softly.“The same is true for my venom.It will only make you a Hybrid if I allow it.”
I can see the sadness and disappointment in her eyes, so I reach out to take her hands in mine, not caring about the burns on her skin anymore.Her hands are still shaking as she takes a deep breath and stares at me, tears pooling in the corner of her eyes.
“Will you give me your blood?”she asks hesitantly.
I stare at her, knowing this isn’t an easy decision for either of us.My wolf is pushing me to accept—he wants Emery healed just as much as I do, but the pack took a lot of convincing to allow her back up here.I feel my jaw clench as I force a smile onto my face, regretting the decision that had to be made.Even though my wolf howls for me to heal Emery, the pack’s voices ring in my ears; they won’t accept her back unless she is punished.
In one swift movement I grab Emery and pull her close, letting out a deep growl.“If you want this healed, you must behave.”
